The Garden Is Growth And Change And

I Feel Like An Inadequate Machine, A Machine That Breaks Down At Crucial Moments, Grinds To A Dreadful Hault, 'won't Go,' Or, Even Worse, Explodes In Some Innocent Person's Face.

Words Are My Passion / And Out Of Them And Me / I Would Create Beauty.

Gardening Is A Madness, A Folly That Does Not Go Away With Age. Quite The Contrary.

It Always Comes Back To The Same Necessity: Go Deep Enough And There Is A Bedrock Of Truth, However Hard.

We Have To Believe That Every Person Counts, Counts As A Creative Force That Can Move Mountains.